What Comes to Pass
The death of what has come to pass,
has finally come at last.
The ghost of joys once shared with you,
have taken on a different view…
And now it seems that life stands still.
My dreams all seem to mill.
My heart throbs hard and endlessly.
Your presence I no longer see.
But I’m holding on to my heart string,
and treasuring the joy that the memories bring.
Then, I’ll neatly store those thoughts away;
close the corner of my heart ‘til another day.
Until we meet again.